Chapter 105: My Way Is Not Alone, There Must Be Neighbors (5)

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This morning, Xinxin had a special breakfast with her colleagues and patients, eating pancakes, shrimp paste and green onions donated by the people of Shandong, and drinking boxed milk donated by friends in Xinjiang and Inner Mongolia.

These farmers and friends who donated pancakes and green onions to Jiangning City told the people of Jiangning City in simple words that green onions are detoxified and sterilized, so that everyone can eat more green onions, enhance body resistance, and jointly resist the epidemic.

Birth, old age, sickness and death is the inevitable process of life, is the only way of life, life is short, birth, old age, sickness and death are not transferred by human will, we can not choose, nor can we escape, only to do is to follow nature, cherish life, and defeat the disease.

In this epidemic, many lives have passed away silently, and the cold death toll broadcast on TV is not a number, it is a flesh and blood life.

Similarly, life and death depend on each other, and when the haze of the epidemic is overwhelming, a fresh newborn also came to this world.

In this special period, outside the obstetrics and gynecology departments of hospitals in Jiangning City, in the anticipation of parents full of joy, in the crisp cry of newborns, touching the softest and most delicate emotions in people's hearts, that is, newborns are showing the world that they are coming.

In the face of the relentless epidemic, the parents of these newborns cherish the right to name their babies and entrust them to the doctors who deliver the babies, and these doctors who take care of the babies carefully.

The newborns, who have been named Zhuangzhuang, Miaomiao, Jianjian and Healthy by medical staff, are the power of life, and this power of life is so strong and distinct, which makes people see hope, vitality and expectation in the epidemic area.

On the seventh floor, in the inpatient department where Yun Nuan works, the medical staff are busy tirelessly, the patients are actively cooperating with the treatment of the doctors, fighting silently against the ruthless disease, and the patient's family members are doing their best to take care of their sick relatives.

What touched Yun Nuan today was an 87-year-old man, before his 60-year-old son, who was seriously ill, was pushed into the intensive care ward by medical staff with a cart.

He asked Yun Nuan for paper and pen, wrote the words "to survive" to his son, stuffed the note under his son's head, and encouraged his son.

Before this, the old man had been guarding his son every step of the way, he told Yun Nuan: "I am 87 years old, and I have already seen through life and death, but if the disease wants to take my son away, I will never allow it, and I will never agree." ”

Looking at the toddler holding on to his crutches and saying these words from his shriveled mouth, Yun Nuan, who was wearing a protective shield, was moved to tears, and when he was in danger, the brilliance of humanity infected him again.

This handsome but strong and optimistic man, in the days when he came to help Jiangning, the tears added up in the first 30 years were not as many as the tears shed during this time, and he felt that in the days of medical aid in Jiangning City, he had shed a lifetime of tears.

In the fight against the epidemic, these medical workers are busy running around, day and night, moving and infecting the people around them with their silent actions.

But when the seriously ill patients and their relatives work together to fight the disease, why not let them, the doctors, move to tears?